She herself had come to London--well, just for a change.

And what was she doing?
Oh, getting her living as best she could.

In the day-time she worked in a city workroom.
"And how much do you think I earn a week ?" she asked.
"Fifteen shillings or so, I suppose ?" "Ah, that's all you know about it! Now, last week was the best I've had yet, and I made seven shillings." "What do you do ?" "Machine work; makin' ulsters.

How much do you think we get, now, for makin' a ulster--one like this ?" pointing to one which hung behind the door.
"Have no idea." "Well,--_fourpence_: there now!" "And how many can you make in a day ?" "I can't make no more than two.

Some make three, but it's blessed hard work.